Cooking With Love

Some love to cook, some are compelled to cook, some are lazy to cook.  So tell me, which category do you fall in?  When I was little, I was asked to help my mom to do cooking for the very lame reason - I'm the eldest and only daughter in the family.  Sometimes I feel life is unfair being born the only girl. Kitchen work has become a responsibility then and a bigger one now. However, I've grown to love cooking in the late years. I love to cook for my loved ones, especially my little brother who enjoys eating home made meals. I had never thought that one day I will be frequently and constantly until today but because the people I cook for enjoy the food, I became even more passionate in cooking.  These days I cook with love and sincerity.  I seriously think the love and sincerity is important in cooking because those are the two most important ingredients to add in order to produce tasty meals.

So dear friends...cook with LOVE and SINCERITY, and you'll find satisfaction in your soul just by looking at your loved ones enjoying the food you cook.  :-)

Kasturi Idaman

It's Bill's and my new home.  I have been longing to live on my own, to choose and decorate my own home.  After a couple of decades, finally that wish came true.  Thank you endlessly to my dad and my mom for realizing the dream for me.  The one thing that comes along with the wish is that I don't actually live alone, but my youngest brother will be my companion.  I can live with that, it's not a problem at all.  In fact, it's a blessing.  He is the only who can withstand the fussy me.  Being the "perfectionist" it's not easy to tolerate me.  I know that, don't think I don't :-)  But I am so blessed to be given a brother who could tolerate all my antiques although he can't really take it all but at least he doesn't make a noise out of my fussiness, or at least not in front of me.  And I know however difficult I am as person towards others, especially my brothers, Bill loves me very much and I think he knows too that I love him so very dearly.  


It took patience to finally settle down in this cute apartment of ours...and obviously expenses coming out of my dad's pocket.  I can never thank my dad enough for every single time and money he spent, and of course mom too, to fulfill my brother's and my wish to own a property which we physically live in.  


Bill and I are very choosy in furnishing this little crib.  We share ideas in decorating it and we are contented with what we have now.  Alhamdulillah...


So this is where we live now...Kasturi Idaman, our present home sweet home.

A New Chapter in Life

June 1st, 2011

I lagged in the timestamp. Was supposed to start my entries on June 1st, 2011 but business witheld me from materializing my effort in starting this new blog.  June 1st, 2011 marked the new beginning of my life.  New crib, new ambience, new routine minus the old me & the old red baby I love most.  Officially, Bill and I moved in on June 1st...unofficially, May 31st.  With this new change, along comes the extra responsibilities on my shoulders to carry. The two of us winged away from the the core, our parents.  It's rather exciting, at the same time tingles my thoughts and physique.  Larger responsibilities... from merely a big-sister to mom-like figure here in Kasturi Idaman.  I am closer to the gym, I get more privacy - my own space, my own kitchen; all the that for the price of BIGGER RESPONSIBILITIES.  I had waited two decades to live on my own and finally my wish was granted with a little twist to the original plan. I carry an excess baggage - my little brother who isn't so little anymore, not that I'm using the word "excess baggage" referring to him as a burden, but just to spice up my story a bit here and there. Well, he is after all the ONLY one person who can stand living with me, the so-called "perfectionist" sister.  I don't mind at all, in fact I feel so blessed. We're supposed to take care of each other, but I think I'll always be the "kakak" and he's always the "adik".  

So, the new chapter in both Bill's and my life begins here in Kasturi Idaman. A new leaf for both of us. May Allah bless us always.